Election TIme!

Oooh baby, one thing I love is an election!

I'm not going to lie, I am actually terrified of Harper winning a majority. Hopelessly terrified.

I certainly would not consider myself patriotic by any stretch of the imagination but something about this election has me wanting to scream at people -WE DESERVE BETTER!-

Anyhoo-off to build my panic room!

Dog

Either I learn to put the garbage out of the dog's reach or she has to learn NOT to get into the garbage.


Yes, this is the Earth bag...chewed up....on my BED

Bad Dog

SPRING!

Thank the flipping lord the weather has taken a turn for the better! My thoughts are now shifting away from the indoors and drifting outdoors. Of course means it’s just about to start gardening!! Oh have I missed playing in the dirt. I promised myself last year that I was NEVER gardening again BUT I am going super simple this time around. Tomatoes herbs bush beans peas and MAYBE a pepper or two. Super easy. There is NO excuse for me to fail this year.

Life is good.

You know what REALLY pisses me off?

That my kids have the fucking nerve to do shit like this on a daily basis




This the BIGGEST FUCKING CUP OF MILK IN THE ENTIRE WORLD that was poured and ignored until it was warm. You know what I love?

Wasting money!!!!


You know what else I love?!

When I discovered my "husky" cat sitting on my stove drinking ANOTHER warm cup of milk.

Nice. Real nice.

This dog.....sat on my face. We are talking bare dog cornhole on my cheek.

There are things you can never unfeel.

More evidence of my amazingness

The sun is shining and so am I. Amazing how much a little bit of sun makes this broad a happy camper.

So this evening I had all to myself, in a manner of speaking so I chose to be productive with my time and make......BAKLAVA!!!

Just in case anyone questions the authenticity of my mad skillz I have included a pictorial.




Ready for the oven!





At this point I was pretty much so excited about how awesome I am that I was hopping around like a horny monkey who just discovered his dink.






If you'll excuse me I must go and change my panties.

uhmm...what?

"It's dead! Dead like JESUS!!"



As a parent it shouldn't come as any surprise to hear outrageous things uttered from your children. An ill timed f-bomb, an exclamation that an old lady is wearing too much makeup in public is all part of the lovely parenting package.

Last night over dinner when my darling baby compared her roasted chicken to crucified Jesus....well, I can't possibly articulate how disturbed I was.

I'm a good parent, I swear.

This child terrifies me.